Texty: Kristin Hersh. Strange Angels. Heaven.

In the race but out of step
You struggle to hold up your head
Like a river you fight your own bed

I'm needing backyard sanctuary
I'm on breaktime
Where the sissies hang

Looking for oil in the sand
Like a river you gouge out the land
Like a drummer who fights the wrong band

I'm needing backyard sanctuary
I'm on breaktime
Where the sissies hang

This is heaven, this is heaven, this is heaven
Where the sissies hang

A hot shower on a hot day
Water hangs in the air like you stayed
Like you never went down your own drain

I'm doing rain and hurricane
I am airborne
Where the kisses fly

This is heaven, this is heaven
And all my friends are there in heaven
This is heaven
And all my friends are there in heaven
This heaven, this heaven
Where the sissies hang